Quebec, which keeps knocking on Ottawa’s door for new powers, and Ottawa, which keeps saying No…
Do you know what that makes me think of?
To an old song…
A HUMILIATING EXERCISE
“Monday morning, the king, his wife and the little prince
Came to my house to hug me
But since I wasn’t there, the little prince said
Since that’s how it is, we’ll be back on Tuesday
Tuesday morning, the king, his wife and the little prince
Came to my house to hug me
But since I wasn’t there, the little prince said
Since that’s how it is, we’ll be back on Wednesday”
Etc.
Do you remember how this song ends?
The king, his wife and the little prince no longer move to knock on the door, that’s all.
Because they are sick of being fooled…
Will François Legault imitate the characters in this nursery rhyme?
How many times will he agree to knock on a closed door?
Does he really think he will succeed where no other premier of Quebec has succeeded? While the demographic weight of Quebec continues to decline? And that the sovereigntist threat is at its lowest?
It’s all just magical thinking…
This week, Immigration Minister Jean Boulet said that “despite Justin Trudeau’s repeated refusals to cede more powers to Quebec, I am convinced that dialogue is the way to go.”
Since that’s how it is, we’ll be back on Thursday…
Since that’s how it is, we’ll be back on Friday…
Since that’s how it is, we’ll be back on Saturday…
Is that the plan? “Following the path of dialogue” with someone who has said loud and clear that he will not give us new powers in immigration?
It’s not just pathetic. It’s humiliating.
WE REPLAY AN OLD PLAY
We have the impression that Quebec is caught in a dead end.
On the left, a path he wants to take, but which leads nowhere. On the right, a path that will allow him to have all the powers he wants, but that he does not want to take.
We stay there, paralyzed, like a deer in front of the headlights of a car.
The sovereigntist boat sinks. Survivors cling to the federalist liner in the hope that it will take them to their destination. The captain of this boat shouts “Land! as soon as he sees a seagull on the horizon.
The fog is thick as soup, the piloting instruments are broken, the ship keeps going around in circles…
In short, it all looks like a Buñuel film.
We replay a play (Le beau risque) which was a monumental oven when it was created, hoping that this time it will be successful, but no one really believes it, the actors are content to recite their text mechanically…
We just hope to be able to hold out until the elections, following, as Legault says, “we’ll see”…
Who knows ? Quebeckers, who don’t like chicanery, will perhaps sweep all that under the rug and act as if Quebec hadn’t asked for anything and Canada hadn’t answered anything.
